I had hardly ever talked to Kelsey. We’d brush shoulders at parties and exchange smiles. She had those “fuck me” eyes and would outlast our eye contact every time our eyes met. I never thought I’d hook up with her. She was two years younger than me and like I said, we hardly ever talked. She was assertive. Sexy and knew it. She was fun, and friendly, and had a banging, 5’6ish body. Slim with a round, tight ass. She’d often wear jeans high around her waist and a frame-hugging T of some sort. Wasn’t one for jackets. She carried the persona of “I’m a bad ass and can make you come twice.” She was beautiful. Kelsey.
One week night, like every week night, people were filtering through my college house. Conversations, laughter, and beer were abound. Kelsey doesn’t come over often but I was happy to night. She greeted me warmly that night. All evening I would find she was very close to me. On the porch, in the kitchen refilling a drink, and finally on a couch. Tonight she looked good. She had blond hair with bangs across her forehead. She was wearing a sleeveless tank top and a tight pair of pants.